After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

Upon arriving at the kindergarten, the two got out of the car together and escorted Bo Yi to the school gate.

Coincidentally, it was Shen Yanzhi who came to take Shen Jiuran to school today.

The two children jumped for joy as soon as they met, holding hands and chatting and laughing as they walked toward the classroom.

The adults at the school gate stared at each other, each with a different emotion.

Shen Yanzhi was quite surprised to see Song Jin and Bo Sinian appearing at the kindergarten gate early in the morning to drop Bo Yi off at school. "What's going on with you two...?"

Song Jin also directly ignored Bo Sinian and pulled Shen Yanzhi towards the parking lot: "This is a long story. I'm picking Xiao Jiu up from school this afternoon, and I have some good news to announce during dinner tonight. I'll be bringing Bo Yi to your house then."

Shen Yanzhi nodded, his tone as gentle as ever: "Okay. I'll ask Auntie to add two more dishes that the children like."

Bo Sinian watched them leave side by side, his eyes practically spitting fire.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, desperately suppressing the anger in his heart.

He would never let his daughter recognize someone else as her father!

*

Song Jin had just arrived at school when she received a call from Song Guangming.

She then remembered that she hadn't yet asked Zhuge Yu to release Song Qingchuan.

So she quickly told Zhuge Yu that she had confirmed that Bo Yi was her daughter.

When Zhuge Yu learned that Bo Yi was her daughter, she was surprised but also extremely happy for her.

"Hurry up and book your flight back, so you can still make it to my mom and Lao Shen's wedding."

Song Jin was in high spirits, and the students recognized him as soon as he entered the office.

"Boss, you seem to be in a good mood, you look radiant. What have you been up to these past few days, taking a break all of a bit?"

"Boss, you're finally back? I thought you'd abandoned us, sob sob..."

"Boss, what's your secret to defying aging? You look better and better!"

Watching the group of young people fooling around, Song Jin took out his phone and opened a food delivery app. "I've been away these past few days, everyone's worked hard. Order whatever you want to drink or eat, it's on me."

"What a generous boss! He spoils his kid rotten!"

"What kind of fine tradition and virtue is it to treat people to food and drinks at the drop of a hat? Please continue to uphold this tradition."

"Since I started following the boss, my happiness as a cook has doubled!"

"Boss, you're not in love, are you? Who's this master you found for us?"

Faced with the children's curiosity, Song Jin gave them a reproachful look before telling them the truth to prevent them from making wild guesses.

"I'm not in a relationship. I found my daughter who had been missing for three years."

Students: "..."

The plot developments were beyond their life experience, leaving them somewhat bewildered.

"What's with all those expressions? My daughter is so cute, you've all met her before."

Students: "Huh?"

Song Jinye: "Oh. The little girl who suddenly barged into our private room last time I treated you to dinner."

The students suddenly remembered, and they looked at each other in disbelief—that little girl wasn't President Bo's daughter?

Oh, by the way, their boss is Bo Xilai's ex-wife.

But wasn't it said before that the adorable little baby was Miss Song's child? How did it turn into the eldest son's daughter who was lost for three years?

Wow, the wealthy are always full of gossip.

In an instant, everyone imagined a grand drama unfolding in their minds.

However, since the eldest brother was so happy, it must be a joyous occasion, and they all offered their sweet blessings.

"Congratulations, boss, on finding your adorable daughter! From now on, everything will be perfect!"

"Congratulations! May your eldest son and your precious daughter be filled with joy from now on!"

Congratulations to the eldest child on the arrival of their sweet little daughter! May their happiness be doubled!

At this time, things were not going well for the Song family.

Song Zhaoyun was temporarily released on bail and was finally able to go home.

Song Jin searched for the child for several days, and Song Zhaoyun stayed there for almost several days.

She had lost a lot of weight, and her face was so haggard that it was almost unbearable to look at.

When Xiao Ruohua saw how much her precious daughter had suffered, tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly turned her face away to secretly wipe them away.

"Where's Dad?" Song Zhaoyun looked around but didn't see Song Guangming.

"It seems he made a phone call." Xiao Ruohua remembered that Song Guangming had mentioned it to her earlier.

Song Zhaoyun's face was grim, his eyes lost their light, and his complexion turned pale. He sneered, "He's probably calling his precious son."

Xiao Ruohua was taken aback. She was a little angry that her daughter was making sarcastic and nonsensical remarks as soon as she got home: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

She raised her hand to feel her daughter's forehead and thought she was talking nonsense.

"Mom, you don't know yet, do you? Dad has an illegitimate child outside." Song Zhaoyun truly admired Song Guangming at this moment, for he had managed to keep it a secret from her and her mother for so many years.

Xiao Ruohua was still incredulous. "What's wrong with you, child? You stayed inside for a few days, and the first thing you do when you come back is spread rumors about your father."

When Song Zhaoyun saw that Old Madam Song was sitting silently to the side, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Grandma, did you already know?"

At this point, she suddenly remembered that in her younger days, the old lady would often mention wanting Xiao Ruohua to have a son, but later she stopped mentioning it.

The reason they stopped mentioning it must be because their wish had been fulfilled.

But her mother didn't give birth, so it could only have been another woman who gave birth.

Madam Song remained silent for a long time.

She clenched her fists, still weighing the options in her mind: was now the time to confront them?

Xiao Ruohua initially thought that Song Zhaoyun was being unreasonable, but now, seeing her mother-in-law's reaction, she was no longer sure.

Could it be that Lao Song really has someone else outside, and even has an illegitimate child?

The thought flashed into her mind, making her feel weak all over, her legs went weak, and her body swayed.

Fortunately, Song Zhaoyun reacted quickly and helped her up. "Mom, are you alright?"

With her daughter's help, Xiao Ruohua steadied herself. A tightness gripped her chest, and a chill crept up her spine. She stared intently at the old woman, demanding an answer: "Mom, tell me! Is what Zhaoyun said true or not?"

Madam Song's throat tightened, and she slightly averted her gaze to look elsewhere.

After a moment, as if she had made up her mind, she spoke earnestly to her daughter-in-law and granddaughter: "That child is already so big, we can't just send him back, can we? In the future, if you and your brother encounter any problems, you can discuss them together, wouldn't that be better? He is still your brother, after all, and he can support you after you get married."

Song Zhaoyun wouldn't listen to a single word of Old Madam Song's words; they were all poisoned sycophants. She'd never even met that bastard, yet he'd already stolen her father's love. Relying on him for support in the future? What a joke!

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ruohua felt as if all her strength had been drained away instantly. Overwhelmed by the shock, she could no longer hold on and slowly slumped into the sofa.

Song Guangming had just finished his phone call and learned that Song Qingchuan was safe and sound, which made him feel a sense of relief.

Walking into the living room, I sensed something was off and instinctively asked, "What's going on? What happened?"

Song Zhaoyun and Xiao Ruohua's gazes both pierced him, sharp and heavy like blades, making his scalp tingle.